Chapter 75: She’s Going To Hurt Me?
Alana🌸;
"You hit him?!" I question in shock as I stare at the young man who’s furiously pacing about in the cell.
He stops and looks at me like I just said something preposterous.
"Hit him? No, I beat his sorry ass up. And he’s very lucky we got interrupted, if not, I would have knocked his teeth so far back into his throat, he’d be shitting them for weeks!" He replies in fury, and I blink at him in awe.
"Well. You’re in a foul mood." I note, and he kisses his teeth.
"Who wouldn’t I be!? That bastard... what is he doing here?!" He replies, and my brows knot. Why does he sound like he knows the Alpha?
"Do you... know him?" I question, and he pauses.
He looks up at me and clears his throat as he steps back.
"No. No, I don’t know him. I just... he had no right to be all over Rhydian like that." He replies, and I pause.
I can not help the smile that splits my face as I stare at him.
Look at him.
A few days ago, he was infuriated by and against anything that had to do with the Alphas. Almost like he couldn’t stand the mention of them or the idea of belonging to them. Yet, here he is.
Burning with jealousy, he’s failing woefully to hide.
"And that baboon. If I didn’t interrupt them, was he seriously just going to sleep with him!?" He rages, and I raise a brow.
"Baboon??" I repeat, and once again, he stops pacing.
"Sorry. I just... I lose control of my tongue when I’m pissed." He replies, and I sigh.
"You lose control of more than just your tongue, Master Elián." I correct as I get to the ground and sit comfortably on my calves.
"Look at you. You woke up from a coma, and the very first thing you did was land yourself in a cell. I’d be a wealthy author if I decided to write books about you." I taunt, and he pouts.
He walks over to the other side of the cell and sits on the floor in front of me.
"I’m sorry." He whispers, and I let out a breath.
"I know you are. But that’s not going to help us now. You’re in big trouble." I reply, and he blinks at me.
He clearly doesn’t know how deep the pit he just dug for himself is.
I look around to be sure there’s no one within earshot, and then I cup a hand to shield my mouth as I lean forward.
"Alpha Liandria is never just when it comes to dishing out punishments to omegas. She’s going to try to hurt you." I whisper to him, and I see fear flood his eyes.
"But Rhydian will get me out... right?" He questions, but I look away from him in pity.
"I’m afraid I don’t think Alpha Rhydian can do that. It is highly unusual for anyone here to go against their Luna. The wolf clan is different from any other clan I’ve ever known. Their Alphas and especially Lunas can control and easily hurt their subjects. Mentally and physically. Alpha Liandria is the one person Alpha Rhydian doesn’t have the heart to go against. None of the wolves can go against their Luna. Especially not when you’re her child." I explain, and his face falls.
"Huh!? So... so what’s gonna happen to me? She said she’ll attend to the matter tomorrow." He panics, and I take a deep breath.
"To be honest, the only advice I can give you is to suck up to her. Compliment her. Look sorry, don’t say anything to trigger anyone, keep your head low... in simple terms, be the opposite of what you mostly are, Master Elián. Don’t say the first thing that comes to your mind. That would only get you in bigger trouble." I reply, and his jaw drops.
I know he hates that I referred to him as a troublemaker, but I think it’s high time he makes peace with it and accepts it for what it is. Making trouble... is part of his identity. It’s who he is. Peas in a pod.
If I’ve come to accept this truth, he should too. Trouble is never far when he’s near.
"So... if I... do all these things, I’ll be saved?" He asks, and I bite my lips for a while.
"I’m not sure. I don’t know. She’s a merciless woman, Master Elián. These are things I hope will save you. I know nothing for sure..." I reply honestly, and he groans as he throws himself to the ground dramatically.
"So I might die!?" He exclaims, and I take a deep breath.
I’m about to speak when a shadow suddenly gets cast over me, and when I look up, I find Alpha Rhydian walking up to us.
I quickly scramble to my feet and bow to him.
"Alpha." I bow, but he ignores my greeting as he goes straight for Master Elián.
"Leave us." He orders, and I do not waste a second before obeying.
As I walk away, I have just one prayer in my heart. That Master Elián somehow manages to get out of this.
I’m trying to be strong for him, because in truth, the reality of getting on Alpha Liandria’s bad side is as horrid as a death sentence.
That merciless monster is going to try to hurt him terribly. I can just feel it in my bones, and it scares me. If I could, I would make sure morning ever comes just to buy him some time.
Yes, he’s impulsive and not the brightest, but he has a good heart. A good soul... he’s a good person, and it would break me to see this beat of a woman hurt him in any way. I’m scared for him.
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Rhydian;
I stare at Elian, who’s lying on the floor, and the sight infuriates me.
My nails dig into my palm as I stare at him, and a crippling wave of shameful helplessness embraces me.
He should be in his bed. Sleeping. Recovering. Not here. Not locked up like a criminal for trying to protect his Alpha.
For trying to defend what is his...
He’s my omega. He has a right to be possessive over me. It’s unfair to judge him for his reaction. Many other Omegas would react the same way...
In fact, I would react the same way if I saw some strange Alpha trying to get close to him.
His eyes look like they light up when he sees me, but then he looks away from me with a little pout.
He’s probably still upset about what he saw when he came into the room.
But how do I explain it to him? What is there to even explain? What do I say?
How do I tell my omega I let someone else touch me out of pity...? It’s the most ridiculous thing ever.
Yet I did it.
"Did you come here to scold me for beating up your little toy?" He speaks, and I don’t miss the annoyance in his tone.
"He’s a scrawny little thing, I’ll tell you that. He’ll break under you!" He adds, and the jealousy in his voice is unmissable.
Uninterested in banter, I reach into the cell and gently caress his soft cheek as his tried, crimson eyes blink at me.
He subconsciously leans into my touch, and I smile a little.
"Did they hurt you?" I question, and he pouts as he sits up.
"No... but if I’m made to use hay as a bed, I might need a chiropractor to function properly tomorrow." He replies with a long sigh, and I tilt my head as I stare at him.
He always uses weird words he never explains when asked. I don’t even know what a chiropractor is, but I know I hate that he’s joking about this.
I’ve noticed this about him. He always uses jokes and humour to cover up his fear, panic, or any negative emotion.
It’s his defence strategy... and I hate that he’s doing it now. He’s clearly scared and is battling to appear strong.
"So I heard you can’t stand up to your mom." He says as he sits up, and my heart skips a beat.
My hand falls away from his face as shame and guilt attack me, but before I can pull my hand away, he grabs it.
"It’s okay. I could never stand up to mine either. It’s... something you have to force yourself to learn... otherwise, instead of living your life, you’ll be helping them live a second life through you." He replies, and I blink at him in awe.
"You remember your mom?" I question, and he freezes.
He looks up at me, and I see sorrow feel his eyes. An expression I can recognise perfectly because it’s exactly what I saw all the years I looked in the mirror while growing up under my mother.
The look of a child who wished he had a better mother.
"Y...yeah. Just... bits and pieces though." He replies, and I blink at him.
Silence stretches for a while as his small hands play with mine, and finally, he speaks.
"She’s going to hurt me, isn’t she?"